OOC: Including clan name from now on
IC: Eiyu Ankora (Odaiba)
Ankora herself had quickly noticed the metal brooch holding up the Dasaka's robe. This was none other than the guardian of the Daikura's ancestral grounds; the Tarakona Palace.
This revelation made what Ankora was about to do all the more satisfying.
"Were you obstructing my path?" she asked, looking almost completely absent from the material realm, "that is indeed a very interesting conundrum"
"You see," she continued as she began to gesture with her cane, wildly at that, "In my pursuits of knowledge, I've rarely touched upon the proper dimension of this obstruction you speak of"
"It is a fickle thing to pin down. If, say, you were for example actively keeping me from continuing upon this path, you would more than likely be blocking my path rather than obstructing it. But if you were a small critter you would be of practically no hindrance whatsoever, I could easily remove you from my path without offering you a second thought"
Ankora waved her cane frightfully close to Reiko's face as she continued.
"In all of these scenarios, something is keeping me from continuing upon this path. It's an interesting process to weigh them against each other and extrapolate them as is befitting of me as an Eiyu."
"For the sake of argument, let's say you were indeed blocking my path, would that be an obstruction? My personal reasoning leads me to conlude that, yes, it would. You would be excercising an obstruction of my authority and of the respect that is granted to me as a Holy Woman. Which is in an of itself another from of obstruction. How can I be considered holy beside the Great Zuto Nui?"
As Ankora's rambling grew increasingly incoherent and pointless, her gestures with the cane grew increasingly erratic and sweeping
"That leads me to think of this rather amusing story. I trust you wish to hear it?" Ankora didn't wait for an answer, but continued to talk
"There was once a rich and influential Dashi who was unhappy, but she couldn't understand why. She was healthy, she had a family, she had friends, she was respected, she had all the material wealth she needed or wanted, but she was still unhappy. She sought out the wisest teachers in the Empire, but none of them could explain to her why she was unhappy. Then she was told of a wise Datsue who lived on the other side of Kentoku, it was said that this holy woman could answer any question. So the Dashi went to see the Datsue, and found her on top of one of Kentoku's tallest mountains. She was a thin, sickly old woman, dressed in rags, and with a Kanohi so worn and ruined it looked like a Kanohi Dragon's broken scale."
"O wise one," The Dashi asked, "is is true that you can answer all questions?"
"They say so" the Datsue answered"
"If you are so wise," the Dashi asked "then why in Zuto Nui's name do you live all by yourself on top of a mountain?"
"The Wise One didn't have an answer to that, so now they were both unhappy"
"That story," Ankora continued, "is something I made up, but it still demonstrates my point. By telling it, I obstructed my own lecture about obstruction. But let us not go about that any more."
Ankora let her cane settle beside her again as she looked at Reiko with a gentle smirk
"Yes, I guess technically you are obstructing my path, but I don't bother too much with that sort of thing, as long as you're willing to move and let me pass, I'll be perfectly fine"